Little Fox 🦊

It was almost as though Wriothesley was being crushed under the constant pressure of his job as the warden within the shadowy confines of the Fortress of Meropide. The burden of his obligations bore down on him like the merciless force of the sea that imprisoned them all within the stronghold. When a problem arose or strife broke out among the prisoners, he was the one they all turned to for help. Today, on the other hand, appeared to be the day that he would be pushed to his breaking point. There was a mountain of paperwork that was piled high on top of his desk and seemed to never end; the pipes seemed to trickle and leak indefinitely, necessitating constant repair; the elevators are out of commission for maintenance, forcing everyone to use the forgotten, decrepit, and mildew-smelling stairwell; and, to top it all off, there is a 'Credit Coupon' thief swiping people's credits beneath their noses. And, not to mention, he had been so backed up with dealing with everyone else’s problems that he had already missed his afternoon tea.

Anyone near could feel the ominous aura radiating off of the iron doors of his office.

Though, amidst the chaos and tension, one beacon of solace shone through—you. His light in the darkness. The one thing keeping him sane.

Your warm smile and unwavering support were the calming forces that held the key to unlocking his cold heart. He craved the comforting words you spoke, the softness of your touch, and the calm you provided amidst the chaos of everyday life. You turned into a haven for him—a haven from the relentless pressure that felt like it would swallow him.

Which is exactly why you weren’t surprised when a guard came to you while you were aiding Sigewinne with a patient, informing you that the Duke requested your presence in his office immediately. Lunch was usually shared by the two of you, but you expected that he would be too overwhelmed with work to remember to eat, let alone take a break, given everything he has been going through. The two guards outside his office gave you a pitying glance as you got closer, understanding that things were not good. Nevertheless, they let you cross the bridge and into his office. You went in, and the first thing you saw was Wriothesley sitting on the bottom two steps, as if he were waiting for you. You noticed that his tie was unkempt, his jacket was completely abandoned, and his hair had a disheveled tousle that suggested he had either been tugging or running his hands through it for at least a while. That, and it was impossible to ignore the worn-out look in his faded hues.

But as soon as your eyes met, his worn-out expression changed to something strange but familiar—something you had seen on many sultry nights spent by yourself with him in the past. His eyes were fixed on you, freezing you in place with an indisputable lust, a carnal hunger, and a burning desire. Pushing himself up from the steps, he moved toward you with calculated, deliberate steps, each one more heavy than the last, like a beast cornering its prey, his heavy steel boots clinking against the copper floors. Soon, he was towering over you, hands twitching at his sides as though he were refraining from tearing you apart where you stood.

“You look good.” You blurted, swallowing thickly in your throat, as you were cornered against the heavy steel of his office’s door.

He chuckled, throaty and sultry, as his hand met your waist, the other one coming to rest it’s forearm above your head as he caged you between the door and his muscular frame, “Yeah?”

His casual drawl had your knees going weak, threatening to buckle beneath you while his thumb rubbed slow, salacious circles into your hip. “I think I’ve been better.”

You shrugged nonchalantly with an indifferent hum, raising your hands to trail absentminedly over his large chest that bulged through his dress shirt, finally coming to toy with his tie. “Mhm. You missed lunch today, you know.”

“Did I?” His voice was husky—deep, the subtle rumble of his baritone voice going straight to your core causing your thighs to squeeze against one another—an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Wriothesley, who’s palms grew hungry on you, manuvering behind you to grope thick handfuls of your rear shamelessly. “I’ve been so swamped with work that it must’ve slipped my mind. But . . . I’m sure you understand, right, baby?” His arm that was poised above your head lowered, his partially gloved thumb stroking at the supple flesh of your cheek. “Why don’t you let me make it up to you, yeah? . . . I have an idea that will make us both happy.”

You had an idea as to what he was alluding to, but nonetheless, you nodded with a hum of agreement. This made Wriothesley smirk in response, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear so that he may lean in and press a kiss to your temple.

“Turn around.”

His dominant undertone left little room for argument as you did what he asked, turning around so that you were facing the metal door of his office. Without another moment's hesitation, you felt yourself pushed against it, your body pinned against Wriothesley's heated form with your cheek smushed against the cold metal face of the door. His body pressed firmly against yours, and you felt something unmistakable grinding into your ass, all the while his sharp canines drug themselves up your neck, a silent warning to stay put.

And you did.

Hot, sloppy kisses trailed themselves down the back of your neck as greedy palms groped and squeezed at your body wherever they could reach—almost as though they were attempting to alleviate tension with every heated touch. Sensing his descent, you eventually heard him drop to his knees behind you, his gloved hands reaching up to lift your skirt and turn it over to expose your plump, pliant rear. A growl, something animalistic and ravenous, came from the back of his throat, and one of those large palms rose for a split second before slapping your right cheek, making you squeal and making Wriothesley laugh.

“Careful, Y/N.” He chided, using his palms to massage the abused flesh as an imprint of his hand—ringed fingers and all—slowly began to appear on your ass. “This door may be thick, but this chamber echos. You don’t want the guards and—Gods know who else—hearing you on the other side, do you~?”

You felt your face heat up against the frigid door’s surface, now acutely aware of the silence on the other side, which meant his guards were now undoubtedly listening. Nonetheless, you nodded, casting a shy glance over your shoulder to your lover, who was already gazing up at you with half-lidded eyes and that salacious smirk on his face that just made your knees go weak and your folds gush with arousal.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that though,” He stated nonchalantly, leaning over to press a soft kiss against your ass as sinful digits reached up to peel your already soaked panties down your thighs until they pooled at your ankles. Wriothesley groaned inwardly, his pupils blown, as he used his thumbs to spread you apart in all your glory, admiring how your folds glistened in the dim lights of the lower floor of his office. “*I can’t promise that I’ll be going easy on you either, baby.”

Without saying another word, his hands reached out and took firm hold of both your cheeks, spreading them wide before plunging straight into your dripping folds. Immediately, your knees were buckling beneath you as a pleasured mewl escaped your lips, your nails dragging against the metal surface in an attempt to find purchase. With his hands leaving your ass to wrap around the front of your thighs, his tongue was unrelenting as it ruthlessly claimed every inch of your pussy to himself, drawing you closer to him so he could continue to devour you. His tongue was hot, heavy, and drooling as it spread you wide open, encircling your clit, and slurping up whatever delicious goodness you had to offer. His nose pressed deep into your wetness, drowning in your depths, but he did not seem to care in the slightest. He wanted more—craved more—and one thing about Wriothesley was that he was a man who got what he wanted.

His tongue and ravenous lips wrapped around your tender nub and sucked away like a starving man enjoying the sweetest nectar of life, leaving you a moaning mess above him and unable to stop your hips from moving on their own as you practically fucked yourself against his face. You didn’t care if the guards—or anyone else, for that matter—heard you. All you could focus on was how his sweltering and deft mouth had you practically creaming onto his selfish brims already.

“Wrio~!” You keened, nearly losing your footing had it not been for Wriothesley keeping you firmly in place by his grip. “I-I can’t! I-It’s too much!” You whimpered just as another cry drew from your lips from a jolt of pleasure from your nethers.

In response, you felt another sharp spank rain down on your ass, and Wriothesley finally withdrew, but only so that he could snarl out, “You can and you will. Fucking take it, Y/N.” He was breathless, panting—truly, a man starved in his most primal state.

He pulled away momentarily, strings of your arousal clinging to the lower half of his face, which was glistening in your translucent juices, to turn to your inner thighs. His jaw widened before clamping down harshly on your once supple flesh, biting and sucking the blood to it’s surface to leave furious marks in his wake.

“Wriothesley!” You wept with delight and surprise at the lewd action that made your folds rub together, and you were unable to ignore the disgustingly lewd squelching sound that came from your cunt.

He repeated the same action, this time on your ass cheek, taking the pliant flesh between his teeth and delivering yet another primal bite to your soft skin, effectively marking you. “Shit, Y/N.” His heated breath wafted over your clit, making you clench around nothing as he huffed and panted like a mutt against your thigh, an action that your attentive lover obviously noticed. “The things you do to me . . .~”

Without saying anything more, he plunged back into you, even more intense than before. With his deft fingers reaching around your front and rubbing quick, merciless circles onto your clit, he was aiming at his sole target, your sopping hole. Pushing his tongue in and out of your wetness, he slurped every last drop of your sweet juices onto his tongue. He was milking you like a machine—using your clit as the trigger to release more and more of your translucent fluids onto his tongue, which he rapaciously gluped down. All the while, your toes curled in your shoes, and as every one of his hot, heavy pants exhaled through his nose, you were able to feel it against your pretty asshole.

“Wrio, wrio, baby, please! R-Right there, I-I’m gonna . .” Your hasty pleas were cut off, your hand reaching back to tangle itself into your boyfriend’s smokey locks, holding him in place as you basically rode his tongue.

You felt him chuckling against your folds before you heard him, unable to stop the sharp cry that escaped you from the sudden vibration. His hand left your clit, however, it was soon replaced with his mouth in favor of meeting your hand with his own. He pried your death grip from his locks, intertwining his fingers with your own as his head shook back and forth between your thighs. His lips suckled away at you in such an unforgiving way that it made your head spin and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Anyone within the immediate vicinity could definitely hear the unabashed slurping and squleching sounds emanating from his efforts as they reverberated through his office's chambers.

He took your hand in his and massaged calming circles around your knuckles until you finally came undone in front of him, unable to contain your overwhelming euphoria. A series of cries and mewls left your lips, leaving you breathless as your juices came flooding out of you, drenching your lover’s face and attire in a torrent, which he happily gulped down. Had it not been for his grip on your frame, you most definitely would’ve collapsed, but he held you firmly against him, even using his face to support your weight at one point like your own personal seat—because it was. After all, he was yours just as much as you were his, and he’d be damned if anything tried to change that.

His hurried movements subsided during your high, his tongue now languidly stroking your folds to carry you through your blissful daze; still, you could not control your hips from lurching each time he touched your tender, pulsating nub. Before long, he began to back off, giving you some leverage and giving himself space to finally breathe. His hot breath wafted against your behind, his chest rising and falling with each breath, finally being kind enough to himself to give him the sweet, sweet oxygen his lungs had been begging for.

Slowly, he rose from behind you, your half-lidded gaze meeting his own through the tears that formed on your lash line, which he wiped away with a swipe of his thumb.

“Y’still with me, pretty?” He whispered in a honeyed drawl, placing a soft kiss against your shoulder as the hand that was holding your own moved to your bicep to rub soothing circles along your arm.

You nodded, albeit weakly, still recovering from the mind-shattering orgasm he had just put you through.

“Y’feel better now, Wrio?”

He responded with a hearty chuckle, rolling his neck in a tantilizing way that exposed his throbbing Adam’s apple and scarred throat. His gaze met your own again, this time with a familiar spark burning behind his dusky hues, “Ahh, a’litte bit.”

He leaned over you once again, his forearm resting above your head as his chest pressed against your back. You gasped, your hips jolting as you felt his rock-hard bulge pressing against you, just barely managing to graze your sopping folds.

“Still feeling a little ‘tense’ here . . . but you’d be willing to help me out,” He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. Although you couldn’t see him, you could practically feel the smirk beaming from his stupidly handsome face.

“Right, baby?”

Oh, he was going to be the death of you someday.

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✰ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔’s voice is low and raspy as you listen to the voicemail he’s left once more, your fingers slipping into your wet folds as your thumb finds your clit. “baby,” he groans, and you know his hand is vibrating as it strokes his cock, and you miss the way it feels vibrating when he’s knuckles deep in you too. “baby, miss your pussy. miss the way you sound, miss you,” he moans softly, and the squelching sound of his fist dragging up and down his thick length makes your fingers thrust into your folds faster as you mewl. “g-god, fuck—miss that tight fuckin’ pussy. wish i was in you,” he rasps, and when he whimpers quietly, you can almost envision his palm rolling over his swollen tip as it vibrates along his sensitive length. “j-just doesn’t feel the same, no matter what i do,” he whines, erratic pants ringing into your ear through the phone. you’ve heard the voicemail enough times to know he’s about to cum, and so are you as you rub circles frantically along your clit. he chokes on a moan, voice strained as he cums, and as he mumbles a quiet “fuck, fuck, ‘m cumming, baby,” his voice cracking with every few syllables, you whimper as your walls flutter around your fingers too, orgasm ripping through your body. your breaths are in sync with his as he pants, coming down from your highs together, and you wish shindou were here too—because this really isn’t the same.

✰ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 is frustrated—and it’s no surprise, but he’s beyond stressed, and he thinks you need to know about it. he strokes his aching length fast, watching his hand drag up and down the red, angry member as he grunts loudly, head falling back against his chair. his thumb drags along the thick vein on the underside of his cock, and his mouth falls open, eyes screwing shut as his abs flex when he wraps his hand tighter around his tip. “fuckin’ tired of no one doin’ shit right,” he growls into the phone, and he chokes on a cry as his palm rolls over the sensitive head, the loud sound of his fist slapping against the base of his dick filling the office room of his agency. “w-wish you were here. could’ve fucked you over this f-fuckin’ table for ‘em all to listen,” he stutters, voice just a bit breathier as he feels his orgasm approaching. his eyes roll back as his hips buck up, needy as he chases his high, and he moans loudly into the speaker of his phone for you to hear as he cums. “f-fuck, wish it was your pussy,” he moans, cock twitching with each rope of cum that shoots from his tip, coating his hand and leaving a mess. he pants erratically as he comes down from his high, eyeing his cum smeared hand before his before letting his head fall back against his chair, growling, “leavin’ early to come home tonight,” into the phone before the line cuts off with a beep.

✰ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 knows you’re asleep, and he knows he shouldn’t have called you at all at this hour, but he wants to hear your voice as he strokes his stiff length languidly. he can’t sleep, needs your warmth beside him and the weight of your figure in his arms, and even his hand doesn’t feel the same as yours as it drags along his painfully hard length. “fuck, sweetheart,” he whimpers, “wish you were here right now. m-miss your touch,” he breathes, and he bites his lip and rolls his eyes to the back of his head as his hand twists around his cock. he sounds so sweet, panting so breathlessly, letting a soft whine fall from his lips when his thumb glides through his weeping slit, and he wishes you’d have just picked up. he can almost hear the gentle praises you’d murmur into the phone, and the thought makes his hips buck up needily into his tight fist. “oh, sh-shit—want you to hear me, w-wish you picked up, baby.” he whines, and his thighs twitch as he feels himself approach his impending orgasm. “s-so close, baby, ‘m so close. g-gonna cum—f-fuck,” he gasps, back arching off the mattress as thick spurts of cum paint his fist and his bare abs white. he pants into the phone pressed against his cheek and shoulder, moaning lowly as he milks himself with a few more strokes. “god, i wish you were here,” he sighs, staring tiredly at the mess he’s left himself to clean up.

✰ 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈’s voice through the phone surprises you when it’s breathy and panting harshly against your ear, and you almost think he’s hurt until you make out the squelching sound in the background. there’s a deep grunt before he groans, and you can almost picture his thumb running through his slit and making his body jolt. you feel a familiar heat building up between your legs when he speaks, “f-fuck, doll. need to come back to you, my hand’s not doing it anymore,” he says through a raspy voice. his fist drags up and down his length faster, and you can tell from the way his breath is coming out shorter, how his grunts are almost low whines, how he’s choking on muffled curses that he’s close. “shit, need your pussy so bad,” he groans, and then there’s a choked gasp, and you know he’s cumming. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cries, working himself through his orgasm, wet sound of his cock fucking his fist leaving an ache in between your legs as your walls flutter around nothing. you listen as he breathes erratically, picturing his damp hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and his cum coated hand as he slumps in exhaustion. “can’t wait to come home, doll,” you hear his smug voice, and you don’t think you can wait long either as your fingers slide past your wet folds.

He makes his way to his chair, which is placed just a few meters away from yours. And if you were the one staring before, it’s now his turn. You continue reading, or maybe you’re just pretending to, he's not sure. Suna observes you, his green eyes hungry. This isn’t the first time he has ogled you since you were laying there. But this time, he is shameless.

His narrow eyes are trained on your face as he watches you nibble on your bottom lip, a slight frown painted on your face. Your lips look so plush and soft. His gaze drops lower, noticing the way a single droplet of water runs down your chest, along your exposed cleavage. He notices your beautiful tummy, your gorgeous waist, your pretty legs. Your body is wet and slippery. He wonders how soft your skin would feel against his palms, as his hands smooth over your curves.

And as Rinatrou watches you, warmth spreads through his body. He gazes at your delicate hands holding your book. He is curious as to what else they can do. How would they feel tangled in his hair, holding onto him as you would pull him closer? How would your lips feel on his, kissing him, tasting each other?

He wants to tease you by biting your bottom lip softly, just like you do now. Fuck, he can’t seem to get his eyes away from you. He’s full on staring, imagining things, vast lewd scenarios. Suna swallows hard, his mouth is getting dry.

Then you turn your head, catching his eyes. Suna is completely caught off guard. He sure as hell wasn’t prepared for locking eyes with you. Suddenly, he is painfully aware of his heart pounding against his chest, fast and hard. And then a small smile spreads across your face, your eyes glinting with amusement. Oh my god.

He isn’t capable of returning your smile, he just peers at you. You’re truly breathtaking. He keeps on staring right into your captivating eyes.

Fuck, why does he feel so hot all of a sudden? He was just cooling off in the water. After a few seconds, which feel like lifetimes for Rintarou, you turn your head back, concentrating on your book. And he does the same, staring ahead of him. But he doesn’t even perceive what is going on around him.

He just notices arousal cursing through his body, making it hard for him to concentrate on anything other than you. But he ignores you sternly. And then it dawns on him, that his usual cool exterior can’t be hold up anymore. Not when he feels blood rushing down to his cock.

Suna quickly gets up, taking long strides to the changing rooms. Fuck, this really can’t be happening right now. Well, now he isn’t that cocky anymore.

He quickly shuts the door of the changing room behind him. He leans against the door, letting out a deep breath. His eyes travel down his body. Yeah, that’s bad. His dick is now full on straining against his trunks. He rubs his hand over his face, pushing his wet hair back. He has to take care of that. Now. Luckily the room is empty, so it’s now or never.

Rintarou sighs as he tugs his trunks down. His cock springs free, right into his hand, urging to get a release. Some strands of his brown hair hang into his field of vision, as he watches his fist dragging up and down his shaft. He can already see pre-cum leaking from his slit. Did you bewitch him or something?

He drags his thumb over his slit, spreading his cum. He throws his head back, a quiet grunt falling from his lips. Suna imagines you being here with him. He sees your body next to him, wet and slippery as his hands would slide up your sides, grabbing your ass, your thighs, your breasts. Your wet hair framing your face beautifully, as your eyes look at him pleadingly.

These fucking eyes. What could he discover in them, when you have your lips wrapped around his fingers, your tongue dancing around his fingertips. His other fingers buried deep in your pussy, thrusting into you painfully slow. “Messy girl” he breathes, as he imagines your arousal dripping down his hand. Suna is so wrapped up in his fantasy, the thought of someone trying to enter the room doesn’t even cross his mind. The faint possibility of it only heightens his lust.

Rintarou visualizes sinking his thick dick into your soaking hole, fucking you against the door, your thighs wrapped around his waist. Such a filthy girl, having sex in a public changing room. He suppresses a groan falling from his parted mouth, as his pace increases. He imagines you sucking his fingers again, desperately trying to muffle your whimpers and moans from spilling.

He pumps faster into his swollen tip, his hips bucking, thrusting into his fist. After a few thrust his orgasm washes over him. He cums with a staggered groan, his cum shooting out of him as he imagines cumming deep inside of you, as you clench around him, milking him dry.

Suna still pants heavily as he snaps out of his daze. He comes back into the here and now, realizing what just happened. Fuck, this might be the fastest time he has ever managed to cum.

Hajime Iwaizumi

And there you are again; Tuesday evening, as usual. Iwaizumi would lie to himself if he said he didn’t wait for you. He actually picked up a habit; going to the gym when he guesses you will be there as well.

He has seen you a few times, always looking stunning. He tries his best not to stare; there are already enough men staring at you without him. But he can’t help himself, his eyes automatically searching for you.

Today, you’re wearing tight leggings and a skimpy sports bra. Shit; it will be hard for him to concentrate on his training.

Hajime tries to ignore you, continuing his training. He lifts his weighs, does his pull-ups and deadlifts. But between every of his sets his gaze flickers to you. He tries to look respectfully. But when you start doing squats, he doesn’t know if he still looks respectfully.

His eyes are fixed on your figure as you dip down. Your ass. He really has no words. Iwaizumi can’t help wondering how it would look bare, without the bothering excuse of pants.

He reaches for his water bottle, his eyes still fixed on your form. He gulps down water, some dripping down his chin, staining his shirt. He doesn’t even notice, his gaze now trailing over your features. It doesn’t matter how many times he looks at you; your eyes still take his breath away. They are bright and beautiful. And - oh my god - they stare right back at him. He meets your piercing gaze. Shit, when did you turn your head!?

He nearly chokes on his water. Iwaizumi feels his cheeks burning, his chest tightening. Fuck. He lowers the bottle from his lips in slow-motion. This is so embarrassing. Wait - are you laughing at him? Uhm… yes. You are.

You are … smiling at him? He feels his chest warming up. Your smile is so sweet. He tries his best to return it, but he isn’t sure if any of his face muscles obey his will. And then it’s over. You turn your head again and concentrate on your work-out. Iwaizumi gives his best to follow your example, but now he is all over the place. Shit. What did you do to him?

A frown is painted on his face for the rest of his workout. He doesn’t dare to look at you anymore. When he is finished, he heads straight to the changing room. And that is when his eyes catch you again. But this time you’re behind the large glass window, in one of the class rooms. Is this - You’re attending a yoga class? His eyes goes wide. This is new. And he likes it. No. He loves it.

Hajime stands on the edge of the window, your back turned to him. He is sure he is safely hidden from your sight. And it seems that you are totally wrapped up in your practice, that you wouldn’t notice anything. At least that is what he tells himself because his eyes can’t seem to leave your figure.

His gaze lingers on you, far, far too long. He drinks up every move of yours. How you bend and flow, your body twisting in every possible position. Wow. You’re quite flexible, Iwaizumi notes. This thought alone makes his mouth run dry. He knows it’s creepy, but the rational part of his brain has shut off since you flashed him your sweet smile. Your skin is painted with a sheen layer of sweat, making your skin glow.

With every passing minute the tension in his body rises, but Hajime can’t seem to get away. He feels heat traveling down to his cock, but instead of trying to leave he just stands there, glued to the spot, continuing to watch you. Only when he hears footsteps approaching behind him, he snaps out of it and gets going.

His hurried footsteps take him to the changing room. He can feel his erection straining against his trousers. He presses the heels of his palms against his eyes and curses silently to himself. Fuck. He isn’t a teenager anymore, why is he standing here with a raging erection? Why is this happening, now of all times? Luckily, the other men in the changing room don’t seem to notice.

Iwaizumi lets out a deep sigh. He has to do something about that. Now. He quickly moves towards the bathroom, closing the door of the bathroom stall behind him.

He tugs his pants and his boxer down in one pull. His cock springs free, throbbing to get his release. He lifts the hem of his shirt, biting down onto it, because he knows; he will have trouble to stay silent. Especially, when the images of you keep flooding his mind. He knows he can’t function, if he doesn’t spill them out of him. So he spits into his hand, gripping his thick dick tightly. He starts dragging his hand along the length of his cock, his half-lidded eyes fixed on his doing. But his mind is fixed on something else.

Hajime sees you, sticking up your ass, arching your back. Sweat dripping down your chest. He can’t help wondering how your beautiful ass would feel in his hand. Kneading it, spanking it, seeing waves ripple on it as he pounds into you from behind.

His other hand steadies him on the wall of the bathroom stall as he accelerate his pace, his biceps flexing. He imagines having his way with you in his bed; bending you into every form and position he pleases. The way your pussy would feel around him, as he would thrust into you. How you would pant and whimper when he fills you up.

His hand continues dragging along the length of his dick. His shirt luckily muffles the whimper escaping his mouth, when his thumb drags along his slit, feeling pre-cum slick against his finger.

Iwaizumi wonders how well you would take him, how tight your walls would wrap around him. How loud would you cry when he makes you cream around his cock? He can only imagine the sinful sounds falling from your lips, the lewd noise of your soaking pussy filling up his room.

The grip on his cock becomes stronger, his bicep flexes as he pumps faster. His other hand on the wall holds tighter, his head dipping low as his half-lidded eyes fixate on his fist.

He watches his hand stroking up and down his cock, concentrating on his sensitive tip. Iwaizumi imagines your ass in front of him, as he cums with a muffled groan. His hips jerk into his fist, as his hot cum shoots out of him, staining his hand and dripping down onto the floor as he pants heavily.

Oh how he wishes he could paint your ass with his spent instead. But what he longs even more for, is a private workout session. He’s sure he could make it worth your while.

Tetsurou Kuroo

“Shit” Kuroo mutters under his breath. A deep sigh slips from his lips as he drags his hand over his face. He looks at the time on his computer screen; it’s already a few minutes past midnight. And he still has so much work to do.

He would argue that this isn’t entirely his fault. Well, it is. But you’re also at fault. Because no matter how hard Tetsurou tries to concentrate, his mind always wanders back to you. This isn’t a new occurrence for him. But this time, he can’t seem to banish you from his mind. Because today, for the first time, he didn’t have to stare at you from afar, like he usually does. Today, after lusting over you since you started working with him, you were alone with him for a few minutes. Alone, right next to him in his office.

And when Tetsurou thinks about that moment, he is sure, he won’t be able to finish his work without getting these thoughts of you out of his head. He takes a deep breath, loosening his tie and tilting his head back against the chair. No. No, he really shouldn’t do this. A part of him knows it’s wrong, he shouldn’t think about a colleague in such a way.

Normally, Kuroo wouldn’t entertain such thoughts about a coworker. But it’s you. With you, oh with you, it’s different. For you, he would break any rule. He feels his blood run hot, lust cursing through his weary body. It’s already so late, his mind dull from working the whole day.

So he succumbs, his hand palming his already hardened dick through his pants. He hisses quietly and he swears, he can still smell your scent lingering in his office. Kuroo takes another deep breath and recalls earlier today.

The way you came into his office, your high heels clicking on the floor. Your beautiful long legs in your black tights. Fuck, this image alone could make him cum on the spot.

He knows it has no use trying to stop here. Not when he can practically still feel you being here in the room with him.

Kuroo opens his pants, pulling down his boxers, revealing his hard and throbbing dick. He takes his cock into his hand, stroking lazily up and down. He supposes the whole building is empty, so he doesn’t bother to suppress his low groan. His half-lidded eyes are trained on the spot where you stood earlier.

He sees you standing there again, in your tight skirt. The way you hunched over to show him something on his computer screen. He could appreciate your features from up close; your striking eyes looking at him questionably, if he understood everything. The way you moved a piece of hair over your shoulder.

His hand picks up the pace slightly, as his eyes drift shut. He could have taken you right then and there. His large hands grabbing you, pulling up your skirt, feeling on you. He could rip your tights apart, revealing your panties to him. Or maybe you’re wearing stockings underneath. At this thought alone, his impatient hand speeds up the pace; pumping hurriedly into his swollen tip.

Bending you over his desk, sinking into you, noticing how wet you are for him. And he knows - he just knows - that you like that; the possibility of people hearing you as he pounds into you.

And he just imagines the pretty sounds he could elicit your plush lips. Sweet moans and whimpers falling on his ears, as he does you so good, making you feel so satisfied. “Make some noise for me” Kuroo mutters, his hand squeezing harder around his throbbing cock, as more and more sinful pictures come into his mind.

Your ass jiggling with every thrust of his, your wrists wrapped in his tie, your back arched for him. His fist squeezes his cock tighter, his strokes getting faster.

And he just envisions how it’s not his hand but your pussy around him, spasming and fluttering around his pulsing length. A few deep groans fall from Kuroo’s parted lips as he feels his orgasm nearing. He focuses on his swollen tip until he cums hard with a low groan. His hips jerk shallowly, his thighs tensing, as his hot cum drips down his balls and onto his hand.

Oh, what he would give to see his cum dripping down your thighs instead, staining your stockings white.

atsumu who drags you both to the rooms at the victory village to test out the beds durability…and your flexibility. you’re there for gymnastics, he’s there for volleyball. the minute he got alone time in the room without any of his roommates, he didn’t hesitate to tear off your clothes and his. next thing you know you’re folded over in a mating press, your boyfriend pounding your cunt. you’re a bawling mess as his pace doesn’t let up and your breathing is restricted because of his weight. if atsumu is one thing, he is thick. his muscular thighs hug your sides, caging your body. the place where both of your bodies meet is obscenely messy. there’s a loud squelch from every time the faux blond pulls out and he can’t help but crave more of it. he wants you be entirely ruined for him. and that’s exactly what he’s going to do. he’s going to go for as long as it takes to break you. “you can take more can’t ya angel? gotta see just how good these beds are…and how far i can spread these pretty legs.”

ushijima who batters your pussy with his absolute fat rod of a cock. the ace hadn’t used his full strength in the past but when you begged him to, saying that you could ‘handle’ it, you really didn’t know what you were signing up for. currently he has you laid out for him pretty on the bed, hips pounding your ass and causing your whole body to move up the bed each time. “t-toshi, slow down…” you whine, trying to grab his forearm but failing. he only takes your hands and pins them down to the bed, his hulking figure smothering yours as he readjusts his hips to move at a faster pace. a shrill cry escapes you as you lay there, unable to do anything but take it all. the ace tsks at your whining and shakes his head. “you asked for this love. you said you could handle it so that’s what you’re going to do. you’re going to be a good girl for me and take it all. got it?”

bokuto who absolutely lost it when he saw you holding your friend’s baby at a party you two went to. he can’t help but imagine you pregnant with his child and how cute you would look. that night when you both got home, he pushed you both into the bedroom and shut the door. bokuto pulls off your bottoms before removing his own. he strokes himself and whines when his hands come in contact with his sensitive balls. the man is just about ready to burst. he hooks your legs around his waist, instructing you to lock your legs together. the first time he pumps his load into you, there’s an animalistic look in his golden eyes as he feels your cunt milk him so well. he has you laying on your stomach, his weight basically on top of you as he drills into your pussy again and again. the best you can do is hold onto his arms and listen to his grunts. the poor baby has overstimulated himself for so long that he has both of you shaking. “i’m sorry baby, can’t help it…need to make sure that i fuck a baby into you by tonight. i can’t wait any longer-ha, you’re going to look so beautiful carrying our babies…my babies. you’ll give me a whole volleyball team, right? they’re going to look so cute…”

hate fucking with osamu. you’re business rivals and your relationship has never been the best. there is constant bickering and criticism of food ideas and recipes, often getting the better of you two. but one thing neither one of you two could admit was the underlying sexual tension that’s there. so one day when he sees you flirting chatting with another restaurant owner, one that you happen to be on way better terms with than him, he snaps. osamu marches over to your restaurant and drags you into his own, not caring that he interrupted your conversation. you sputter and complain the entire time, calling him an ‘asshole’ and a ‘human with no decent respect’. but as soon as he’s in his office he shreds your clothes before he fucks you over a chair near the window. he presses your bare body against the glass. “not so talkative now, are ya?” he breathes into your ear. “yer such a slut, anyone could walk by and see ya like this and you’d like it, wouldn’t ya?” he pushes your tits against the transparent surface, groaning when your plush ass grinds back on his cock. you whimper in response, the pressure too much but he only pins your hands above so they can’t move. “aht aht baby, you take what i give ya.”osamu really hopes that the man can see how well he fucks you and that he’s the only one who can make you feel this good.

daichi who handcuffs your wrists so you can’t move or touch him as part of your ‘punishment’. currently he fucks you from behind, his strokes slow and deep. each time he fully thrusts back in you feel yourself coming close to release but then daichi deprives you of it by pulling away. you whine, your hand itching to grab ahold of his thick thighs to bounce yourself back on him. “what’s wrong, baby?” he asks, thrusting into you for the umpteenth time. “want more, dai. want your cock.” “but that’s what i’m giving you right now, right? i’m being a lot nicer than i should be aren’t i? maybe if you ask politely i’ll let up on your punishment.” he doesn’t have to tell you twice. “please fuck me harder, i’ve been good m’deserve it! i promise i’ll be on my best behavior!” you plea, trying to back into his touch. he chuckles before he yanks back your tied up wrists so you’re pressed flush to his chest. he swiftly grabs ahold of your thighs before pinning you under him. police training has really paid off, huh? next thing you know daichi is bullying your cunt, his pace unruly. there’s nowhere for you to go or budge. instead of begging for more you’re now begging him to slow down. your thighs cramp from where he holds you in place and you hear him snicker. “but this is what you wanted, right? this is what you were begging for? my cock? i don’t think criminals get to decide what they don’t or do get and when.”

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you thought your feelings for the boys would go away if you fell in love with someone else, but after relationship after relationship, you gave up. every time your new partner would take you on a walk, you'd find yourself thinking about how iwaizumi would offer to carry you on the way back, knowing your feet probably hurt.

every time your new partner would take you on a date to a carnival, you'd find yourself thinking about how oikawa would try to win you the biggest stuffed animal from a rigged game in an attempt to impress you.

every time you thought you were happy with your new partner, you would remember that they're not iwaizumi or oikawa, and you'd realize that your new partner will never make you as happy as the boys you've loved for years do.

eventually, you knew you had to settle, find someone to love, and pretend to forget about your high school crushes; pretend to not care when they stopped texting and calling, finally giving up hope on a response from you.

ignoring them was the best way to get over them, you told yourself, they're busy with their own lives anyway, it's not like they wouldn't forget about you at some point, right?

so you settled and got engaged to a man that resembled your boys, iwaizumi especially—a replacement for the man you couldn’t have. you met at a bookstore; both reaching for the same book that was the last one in stock, which ended him you allowing him to take it and him offering to buy you coffee in return for your kindness. he was nice, attractive, and liked the same things you do. he cared a lot about you and never did anything to hurt you, so why you chose to call off the engagement six months before the wedding was a mystery.

maybe you got cold feet and realized that wasn’t what you wanted, you’re too young to be married anyway, there’s still so much you need to experience before settling down with some boring man. maybe it was the promotion you just got, and how you’re expected to travel for it, and you couldn’t do that to your fiancé; long-distance isn’t his thing. or maybe it was because you saw tōru on the television the other day—he visited your old high school to sit in with the new first years who are interested in volleyball—and seeing him brought back all the feelings you had for him and made you realize that your fiancé wasn’t the right man for you.

so you went to south america, argentina specifically, a change is what you needed after all—not that leaving your fiancé and packing up all your things wasn’t a change itself.

you told yourself you would stay in argentina for a week, two max, but you fell in love with the weather, the people, the view, everything. and when it came time to board the flight back home, you couldn’t even bring yourself to leave your hotel room.

you had saved up enough money to go without work for a while anyway, so what was the problem? if you wanted to stay in argentina for the rest of the summer, you should be able to.

today is colder than most, possibly the coldest it’s been all summer, but it’s still warmer than the summer’s back home, so instead of cowering in the hotel room with the heater on high, you’re laying out on the beach under the sun in a bikini no mother would approve of.

despite the colder temperatures, the weather couldn’t have been more perfect and your day couldn’t have been better, until, that is, the sun goes away, confusing you. it’s not nighttime yet, you thought, i just got out here, there’s no way.

you sit up, looking up at the sky to check if the sun really has gone down, but you’re faced with two people blocking out the sun as they stand over you. you almost roll your eyes under your sunglasses, you really aren’t in the mood to deal with the people trying to sell you items. with a ‘no, thank you’ on the tip of your tongue, you pull down your glasses to look at the figures, only to be faced with the two people who have never failed to take your breath away with just one glance.

“y/n? what’re you doing here? looking for me, i hope,” the brunet asks, a flirtatious tone laced in his words, you swear there’s nicotine in his voice with the way you’re addicted to hearing him speak.

you hadn’t seen him in years but he had aged like fine wine, immediately reminding you of your feelings for him within seconds of seeing his cocky smile.

“oikawa…” you pan over to the man standing next to him, “and iwaizumi…” you push yourself up to get a better look at them, grabbing the hand iwaizumi offers to help you stand.

“you would think that after knowing me for so long you would call me ‘hajime’, but i guess you’ve always been like that,” iwaizumi pulls you into a hug, eliciting a small gasp from you, not expecting him to be so physical after so long; usually that was oikawa’s job.

after a moment, iwaizumi lets go of you and you allow oikawa to pull you into a hug as well, still shocked at the sight of them but you pretend like seeing them for the first time in years isn’t that big of a deal.

“so? when did you get to argentina?” oikawa repeats his question, looking down at the hand he is holding, not ready to let you go just yet, afraid you’ll disappear off the face of the earth again like you did years ago, but also to scan for a ring, having been told a while ago by a mutual friend that you were to be married.

you let go of his hand and hide your own behind your back, hoping he didn’t notice the faint tan your engagement ring left on your finger before you left your fiancé. you smile, “i’ve been here on vacation for a little over a month, i needed a break from… work. and you? what are you two doing here?”

“tōru went pro,” iwaizumi laughs, “never would’ve thought with how shitty’a volleyball player he is, huh?”

“oh, c’mon now, iwa, don’t be mean! i’m on the argentina national team, we’re about half-way through the season now! you should come watch sometime!” oikawa suggests, getting a little too excited about volleyball, but you don’t mind, you think he’s cute when he talks about something he’s passionate about.

“yeah, i might, uh…” your words fizzle out as you look over at iwaizumi, who is openly trailing his eyes up and down your figure, making you suddenly remember just how tiny your bikini really is. you’ve never been an insecure person, but the two of them had always made you nervous. you meet his eyes and force out the rest of your sentence, “i might come watch a game one day.”

you glance over at your bag on the ground, filled with your flip flops, hotel key, sunscreen, and probably sand. you don’t want to leave, but all this talking with the men you’re in love with is exactly what you’ve been trying to avoid.

they’re just… too much… standing too close, being too nosy, too touchy, you can’t stand it—you think your face will melt with how hot it’s gotten from their presence. they always managed to fluster you all too easily.

“you hungry?” iwaizumi asks. after knowing you for so long, he could easily spot the telling signs of you thinking of ending the conversation, and just like oikawa, he wasn’t ready to lose you again.

you said no, you really weren’t hungry, and they said they weren’t either, but you settled on tacos anyway, a food all three of you like that’s cheap and easy to find in the city you’re in. the restaurant the boys take you to isn’t nice, it’s a crowded hole-in-the-wall that you must have passed by a million times, but oikawa claims it’s his favorite place so you don’t complain—not that you were going to anyway, just happy to be with them after all this time, even if their presence was overwhelming.

oikawa thanks the waiter and orders drinks for the three of you, speaking perfect spanish as he does so which shocks you, but you don’t really pay it any mind; it’s been years since you saw him last, some things had to have changed.

“vacation, huh?” iwaizumi asks, easily seeing right through you, “you’ve never been much of a vacation kind of person, always busy with whatever work you could get your hands on.”

“yeah, haha, but a little change never hurt anybody, right?” you lie through your teeth, adding a smile after your words to make it convincing— sadly, they aren’t fooled.

oikawa shoves a chip drowning in salsa into his mouth as he looks over at iwaizumi, swallowing and wiping his face before facing you again, “so, we heard you got engaged, it’s that one guy from fukurōdani, yeah? what’s that like? the almost-married life, i mean”

“o-oh, i wasn’t expecting that, um,” your eyebrows raise and you look down at the table, staring at the drink in front of you as if it was going to tell you what to say in this situation. you take a deep breath, “i’m… not engaged anymore. i, i broke it off a little over a month ago.”

iwaizumi elbows oikawa in the side, calling him an idiot under his breath, “oh, y/n, i- i’m sorry, oikawa, fucking dumbass, didn’t mean to pry or bring up any bad memories or… anything.”

no one really knew what to say. what does one even say when the loves of your life bring up your ex-fiancé?

“did he hurt you? i’ll kill him, y’know. i know a guy who could make him disapp—”

“oikawa, stop,” you chuckle, kicking his leg under the table, “i’m actually the one that broke things off, not the other way around. he never hurt me, he was always very, very good to me… if anything, i was the problem.”

“‘problem’?!” oikawa protests, his hand hitting the table and knocking his drink over, effectively spilling it all over himself, “ah, shit! now i gotta- gotta go clean up, damn it. when i get back we’re going to talk about that, don’t move,” he stands up and begins walking toward the restroom, leaving you and iwaizumi, who’s trying to hold in his laughter, alone together.

iwaizumi bites his lip and swallows his laugh, sighing as he watches his best friend leave before looking back over at you with a small smile plastered on his beautiful face.

he knows exactly what he’s doing, you tell yourself, and two can play at that game.

you put your forearms on the table and lean forward slightly, reminding the brunet that you are still in the tiny bikini that leaves almost nothing to imagination, a small, almost transparent sarong being the only thing covering you.

iwaizumi takes a deep breath, and he realizes that keeping his eyes from falling to your chest is one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do. he already made the mistake of shamelessly sizing you up back at the beach, letting himself go for a moment while you were distracted with oikawa, he blames it on the shock of seeing you, not his attraction to you, and he swears he’s not going to do it again.

he pats oikawa’s seat, “come here, come sit next to me, let me get a good look at you,” iwaizumi breathes and you listen, standing up and walking around the table to sit, chairs so close it’s like you’re sitting on top of him.

you can’t breathe when iwaizumi reaches up and gently pushes your hair out of your face, his thumb sliding over your cheek in the process, “i missed you.”

“don’t tell me the iwaizumi hajime got soft over the last couple of years,” you tease, taking in the feeling of his skin on yours.

“oh please, you know i haven’t, i’m still the same iwaizumi from high school, it’s just been a while… yet, you’ve barely changed.”

“really?”

“yeah, haven’t changed a bit: still the same girl who caught my eye when i was just a little first year,” he mumbles, leaning in, unable to resist pressing his lips against yours oh so desperately. you don’t mind though, you’re just as desperate as he is, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you. his words lighting a fire inside you, making you realize waiting all this time for him wasn’t pointless like you thought it might have been.

the hand on your cheek moves, trailing his fingers down your neck and chest before landing on your hips. you fight back a groan, you want his hand lower and you would do just about anything to feel his touch beneath your bikini, even if it was just for a moment.

“h-haji, please,” you pant against his lips, hoping he wouldn’t make you tell him the thoughts that were flying through your head—hoping he would just take you right here, right now.

“fuck. i know, trust me,” he chuckles. iwaizumi takes your mouth in his again, he’s waited years to feel this, he’s not going to rush it now.

you don’t hear the approaching footsteps, only getting snapped out of the trance iwaizumi had you in when you hear oikawa’s voice loud and clear, “what the hell.”

“oh my god, o-oikawa! it’s not, um- it’s not what it looks like!” you exclaim, pulling away from iwaizumi and standing up to create distance between yourself and the man whose lips are just as swollen and red as yours are.

“it’s not?” they question and you look at both of them, frowning when you see the almost identical smug look they have on their stupidly perfect faces.

“no. no, it’s not.”

you lied. you’ve never been a good liar, especially when it comes to them— when it comes to them, lying to them is basically impossible. so when oikawa asked you how you were feeling, knowing damn well it was difficult to form a coherent thought with the way he was kissing you as iwaizumi undressed you on your hotel room bed, you knew there was no point in lying.

“good, so good. please, i need more,” you beg, grabbing his hand that is resting on your jaw and moving it down to sit on your chest, silently telling him that it’s okay to touch you.

he grabs your face and pulls your lips back to his with his unoccupied hand. a little noise of surprise escapes your lips as he moves your bikini top aside to flick and thumb over your nipple, but he swallows it with his tongue. it’s hot, the kiss that is, and filled with all the feelings he’s been shoving aside for years, holding inside of him so he didn’t ruin the friendship—but now he knows you have always felt the same way, and he’s not holding back anymore.

for a moment, you falter, failing to kiss him back, the feeling of both him and iwaizumi touching you, kissing your body, is too much. the way oikawa kisses you is making you dizzy, mixed with the way iwaizumi runs his fingers up your thighs, slowly, sensually, preparing you for what’s to come, and you’re worried you might forget how to breathe.

you’re not used to the way they’re treating you; your ex-fiancé was always gentle, too gentle, concerned that he might harm you in some way. oikawa, on the other hand, kisses you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, lips on yours so urgently, so desperately it almost hurts.

oikawa can feel you falling apart in his grasp, your breath catching in your throat every time his fingers brush against your nipples. with every gasp he pulls from you, he feels his cock twitch in his pants; his restraint quickly leaving his body, he needs to feel more of you.

you whimper when he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, teasing you as he pulls against it lightly until your body jerks below him, pressing you into iwaizumi’s touch, a soft pressure on your clit through your bikini that he has yet to rid you of.

you try to keep it in, but a soft moan escapes your mouth at the feeling anyway, the noise you let out went straight to their dicks, setting off a chain reaction—iwaizumi groans and oikawa chuckles against your lips.

iwaizumi can’t take it anymore, he pulls away and taps on your thigh, muttering a ‘hey’ to get your attention. you pull away from oikawa and look down at the man between your legs. and when iwaizumi meets your eyes, he completely falls apart. your hair splayed out prettily beneath your head, face flushed with embarrassment from being so easily affected by the boys, and lips swollen as a result of oikawa’s neediness.

he doesn’t have to say anything for you to know what he’s asking, his fingers brushing against the fabric covering you tell you enough. “please,” you breathe, voice ragged from the noises oikawa has been eliciting from you.

his eyes don’t leave yours as he tugs your bikini bottoms down your hips slowly, holding eye contact as he undresses you so he can take in your expressions before he loses himself in your cunt. you can feel your heart beating out of your chest, air leaving your lungs leaving you breathless, and iwaizumi— neither of them have done anything yet.

oikawa lets you take a break from kissing him for a moment, allowing you to focus purely on the way iwaizumi is kissing up your leg, occasionally nipping at the skin just to hear you gasp and whine all for him. instead he caresses up and down your torso, and his touch has goosebumps rising all over your skin. he loves feeling your body twitch in his hands, looking over your face as you whimper for someone else, it doesn’t matter though, ‘cause he’s the reason your lips are wet and bruised.

you can feel iwaizumi’s thumb on your bare clit, circling it slowly. and while that touch is just the first taste of what he is going to do to you, your back still arches slightly off the bed. he bends down, laying on his stomach to give you more. his cock was already straining against his pants, but the added pressure of the mattress pushing against it made his breath catch in his throat.

and then his tongue replaces his thumb on your clit and his hands move to your thighs to hold you in place; he wants to taste you properly without your twitching body ruining it for him. every lick of his tongue against your cunt has you letting out sweet noises and they were music to both of their ears.

iwaizumi takes your moans as a hint to keep going, and he runs the tip of his tongue against you real slow, savoring every bit of you in case he never got the chance to taste you again.

you’re unable to stop your hand from rushing down to thread your fingers through his soft hair, unable to stop the moan from leaving your throat, too. you whine, “oh my god, h-hajime, fuck.”

he looks up at you to make sure you’re okay, your pleasure above his, always, and when he sees the blissful expression on your face, he knows there’s nothing to worry about and ignores the way your fingers are tugging on his hair a little too hard—focusing only on the cunt in front of him.

you feel oikawa’s hand turn your face toward him, making you look at him, more so he could look at you, flushed and breathless, and he kisses you again. he kisses you harder and faster than before, if he wasn’t so dead set on you being the first one to cum, he would’ve had his cock so deep in your throat that pretty little tears would be streaming down your face.

your lips taste like strawberries and he’s jealous of iwaizumi, wondering what your cunt tastes like as well, but he decides that can wait until next time—too addicted to your lips to stop now, you’re like a drug to him and he hates himself for not doing this sooner.

you pull away for a moment and he’s quick to protest, but you ignore him, knowing he’ll understand in a moment. you untie your bikini top, finally ridding yourself of it, the feeling of the fabric still on your skin was frustrating, suffocating.

he hums and smiles, leaning forward to attach his lips to the soft skin of your neck and it sends a shiver down your spine. little whimpers leave your throat as he kisses you, he loves the way you’re keening for him.

you hands tug at the shirt on his chest, balling into fists in an attempt to silently tell him you want it off, and you know he hears you because he chuckles like the tease he is, but he waits for you to say it aloud.

“tōru- tōru, please, i want it off,” you plead and he immediately grabs the hem, pulling it up and over his head, revealing the toned muscles of chest and abs. you’ve seen him shirtless before, but never in this way, and you don’t know what to do other than try your best to keep the moan threatening to escape you buried deep inside as to not let him know how he affects you.

oikawa leans back down and attaches his lips to your throat once again, kissing up and down your neck and chest, only flustering you more. as he does so, iwaizumi flicks his tongue more aggressively against your clit, sliding it down over your dripping hole just to keep you on edge. he grabs your thighs and lifts them up over his shoulders to get a better angle. you’re squirming and shaking, that nice, hot arousal beginning to make itself prominent in your stomach.

“oh my god, hajime,” you moan and he can’t stop himself from grinding his hips into the bed. he knows he must look pathetic, but at this point, he was too turned on to care, needing nothing but to feel you cum on his tongue like you both deserve after years of waiting.

his tongue slides down to swallow up the slick that leaks from your cunt, eating you up like you’re his first meal in a decade. you can feel him pressing inside you, daring to feel your insides—and then he does it, he pushes his tongue inside you and your hips rut up against his mouth. your entire body was on fire, the tight hold on his hair that your hands have is the only thing keeping you grounded.

“more—shit, i need—haji, please,” you dig the nails of your free hand into oikawa’s back and you feel him inhale sharply against your neck.

“oh yeah?” iwaizumi asks, words mumbled against your cunt. he pulls away, mouth dripping in your arousal, “what do you need, pretty girl?”

“any- anything, just touch me, please.”

your begging goes straight to his cock, and oikawa’s, who detaches his lips from your tits to say, “iwa, dude, if you don’t fuck her, i will.”

iwaizumi gives oikawa a look before removing one of his hands from your thighs to rest the tip of his middle finger against your entrance, feeling the way your pretty little cunt flutters against his finger before he slowly presses inside of you. your mouth falls open in a silent moan and iwaizumi places his lips back on your clit, licking and sucking on your skin like he was before.

he can feel your cunt stretch around his finger, coating him in your arousal and pulling him in, squeezing him tight and pulsing against him. he thinks he might have died and gone to heaven, this is really too good to be true.

and you’re thinking the same thing, because while he’s barely done anything, it’s better than anything you’ve felt before. his fingers are longer and thicker than your own or your ex-fiancé’s, reaching deeper than you thought possible with just one finger, and the feeling has you jerking around beneath him.

iwaizumi is only feeding the fire inside you as he begins curling his finger inside of you, simultaneously sliding it in and out of you.

with one specific thrust of his finger, he finds the spot that makes your legs shake, and he rubs the pad of his finger right against it.

your breath is stolen from you as he does so, “f-fuck! hajime! don’t stop, i’m so close, please!” and so he kept doing it, over and over again until you were seeing fucking stars. you can barely keep your eyes open to look down at iwaizumi as you cum all over him, writhing in oikawa’s grasp as he toys with your nipples to ease you through your orgasm.

you open your eyes right as iwaizumi pulls his hand away from you to lick his finger clean, gently rubbing his other hand up and down your thigh to calm you down. you watch as iwaizumi presses a kiss to your lower stomach, lips soft and wet against your skin, and he makes eye contact with you, looking at you with a mixture of love and lust.

“god, okay, i can’t wait anymore,” oikawa utters, grabbing your face in both hands and pulling you into a rough kiss before sitting up and hurriedly tugging his pants down. iwaizumi continues massaging your twitching thighs, giving you a break and letting you focus on his best friend for a moment before he goes back to prepping your pretty little cunt for his cock.

oikawa’s head is filled with nothing but the thought of your swollen lips around him, thinking back to the times back in high school where he would find himself hopelessly jerking himself off to the idea of you, even going as far as quietly moaning your name in the dead of night, unable to control himself.

his name is on the tip of your tongue, ready to beg him to let you see his dick, the one you’ve imagined a dozen times. and when he finally does rid himself of his pants, you’re not disappointed in the slightest as it’s even better than you imagined. you think your mouth might even be watering at the sight of his cock. it’s pretty, from the way it twitches when your breath hits it to the pink tip you’re dying to wrap your lips around. you can almost feel your throat hurting already at the length of him, but you know it will feel good either way.

you reach your hand up before he can protest, wanting to have some control over the situation, even if it was just a little. your fingers curl around his cock that’s dripping in arousal and he moans, hot precum dripping down your skin. you can’t tell if it feels like it’s been forever since the three of you stumbled into your hotel room or if it feels like only a couple of minutes, but what you do know is that you don’t want this to end just yet, don’t want him to cum just yet—you want to savor the moments you have with him exposed to you like this while you can.

you slowly begin to pump your hand around the length of him, feeling iwaizumi press his touch up against your clit once again. you look down at him for a second before immediately focusing your attention back on the man in front of you who’s got his jaw slacked and eyelids heavy, watching as your hand works him in ways that draw breathy moans from his throat.

he’s blushing, his entire body red at the realization that every dream he’s ever had of you is finally coming true.

“fuck me,” oikawa whines when your thumb slides over the tip of his cock, and your insides tighten at the sight of him twitching in front of you. his voice travels straight south, you’re pulsing with need and you think iwaizumi can feel the fluttering of your cunt.

oikawa’s hand moves to rest gently on your jaw and you take that as a sign to open your mouth, sticking out your tongue as you bring his cock closer to you. you prop yourself up on your elbows, using the new angle to place your other hand on his thigh, right near his sensitive balls that were itching to get the same attention from you that his cock is.

you watch his expression shift as you drag the head of his cock over your lips, spreading the precum over your tongue, resting on your tastebuds. your lips are so perfect, he just wants to stretch them wide with his girth, he wants more, and he wants more now.

he tilts his hips forward, just the slightest bit, not wanting to overwhelm you, but silently tell you what he wants instead. your tongue comes out a bit more, mouth opening, sweet eyes looking up at him as permission to do whatever he wants. he exhales, “shit.”

oikawa pushes forward more and keeps going until he feels the resistance of the entrance of your throat, pulling back when he feels it in an attempt to keep you from choking. he lets his cock rest on your lips, speaking softly to you, “you alright?” you nod eagerly, wanting nothing more than for him to fill the sad emptiness of your throat. oikawa clicks his tongue, “need to hear you say it.”

“tōru, yes, please. i-i need you, please.”

he curses under his breath and taps his finger against your jaw, telling you to open your mouth as he pushes his cock inside again. his pace is slow, too slow for both of your liking, but he waits to speed up as he’s afraid he’ll cum far too fast if he does.

your lips stretch around his cock, body jerking whenever he brushes up against your gag reflex. he’s too much for you to handle, mouth and throat completely full of him and you still want more. before he finally picks up his pace, he pushes his cock all the way into your mouth, allowing himself to take in the warm, wet feeling as you deep throat him.

as he does so, iwaizumi surprises you by inserting two of his fingers into your cunt, ripping a moan from your throat, sending vibrations up oikawa’s spine. oikawa gasps, “god! fuck, iwaizumi, don’t do that,” and the other man snickers and begins to finger you, making your task of sucking oikawa off even more difficult than it already is.

oikawa pulls out and pushes back in, a fast pace set now as he continues shoving his pretty cock into your mouth. the new speed had soft groans leaving his throat every time he filled you. it only took a couple of bobs of your head for him to tighten his once gentle grasp on your jaw, using it to guide you and also to level himself, thinking he might have to stop for a minute to regain his composure with how fast he was falling apart.

iwaizumi’s fingers hit that spot inside you a few times before he removes them from your cunt almost as quickly as he had put them there, but you’re not disappointed as you know he’ll give you something even better. he taps your thigh, desperation in his voice, “get up, flip over. c’mon, pretty girl.”

iwaizumi takes off his pants as you flip over, positioning yourself on your hands and knees. oikawa moves to sit in front of you, wanting to get back to what he was doing as soon as humanly possible. when you hear iwaizumi’s pants hit the floor you look back, eyes searching for the cock you’ve been drooling over, dreaming of for years, and you have to hold back a moan at the sight of him fully undressed for you.

his cock is thick, and there’s so much girth, too much actually. he’s long, too, and you know he’ll leave you in tears, begging for more. his cock is very different from oikawa’s and for a moment you’re almost glad you’re sucking oikawa’s dick and not iwaizumi’s, believing he would have easily ruined your throat if the boys had switched positions.

“oh my god,” you breathe, making eye contact with him again, your glossy eyes tell him exactly what you want, but hearing you say, “please, fuck me, hajime” is what really takes the cake.

you’re so needy it’s pathetic, you’re basically begging him to shove his cock inside you until you can barely speak. the anticipation, while short lasted, is brutal—you can feel his cock sitting against your cunt, just waiting to be fucked inside, and it’s torture watching him take his time.

“hajime, please!” you sob, pushing back in an attempt to fuck yourself on his cock, but thankfully he gave in and quickly thrust inside you, making your mouth drop open, allowing oikawa to fill your throat with his pretty cock once again.

iwaizumi gave you a moment to adjust to the size of him, taking the time to regain his composure, the pulsing of your cunt squeezes his cock, already trying to milk him of what he didn’t want to give you just yet. his hands rest on your hips, waiting for you to give him a sign to continue, knowing you can’t speak with the way oikawa is relentlessly shoving his length down your throat.

one of your hands reach behind you in search of his hips, trying to grab ahold of his body to urge him, beg him to fuck you, to slide deeper—to make you feel good, you didn’t care how he did it.

he pushes inside a bit more, now pressed right up against the spot that had you moaning for more, cunt tightening around him, unaware that the squeezing of your cunt was making iwaizumi lose his mind. he grips your hips harder, the feeling of you wrapped around him like this was unbearable.

you take oikawa’s cock from your mouth, turning to look at iwaizumi, mumbling something along the lines of “more, give me more. please, i need you” and the brunet behind you wasn’t going to deny you, especially not with the way you’re looking at him.

his stomach clenches and tightens every time he draws his hips out, leaving just his tip inside before thrusting back in, reaching deeper than you thought he could and effectively stealing a choked up sob from your throat. you wish you could tell him how good he feels, wish you could ask for more, wish you could tell him how he’s too much for you, but you also can’t stop yourself from continuously running your tongue over the cock that feels so good in your throat.

oikawa doesn’t mean to get lost in the moment, but it’s not his fault, if anything, it’s your fault: sucking his dick like this, making him feel this good… it should be illegal. it’s your fault he’s teetering on the edge like this, unable to comprehend anything other than the way your swollen lips wrap so perfectly around the tip of his cock before you shove it deep inside your throat, staying there for a minute and allowing your tongue to do all the work, aided by the vibrations of the noises iwaizumi is pulling from you.

he puts his hands on the back of your head, liking the way you hummed at his actions, giving him the go ahead to use you however he pleases. he matches his thrusts to iwaizumi’s, making it so you were deep throating him at the same time iwaizumi’s cock was threatening to bump against your cervix.

“fuck, princess, that’s it,” oikawa praises, watching the way your lips stretch with the thickness of his cock, occasionally giving a harder thrust to slip even further down your throat, purposefully gagging you on his cock.

your cunt tightens at the pet name and iwaizumi groans, “shit- she likes when you call ‘er that.”

“yeah, i bet she’d like any name i call her, wouldn’t you, princess?” oikawa teases, every word he mutters shoots straight down to your cunt, sending another wave of arousal through your body. your eyes roll back into your head and every vibrating moan that came from your throat had oikawa’s hips bucking against your jaw that much harder.

you’re being fucked like an absolute whore, being used like a sex doll between the two of them. but they know you love it, you wouldn’t be crying on their cocks unable to hold back your moans if you didn’t—and it only threw them deeper into desperation.

you can tell oikawa is close, it’s obvious. he doesn’t want to cum yet, but he just can’t help it. the hand on the back of your head tightens its grip on your hair and he holds you down, pushing you further and further down his cock until he feels your nose press against his pelvis. oikawa keeps you there as he cums, orgasm so overwhelming that he struggles to breathe– just like you are as your throat clamps down around him, attempting to remove him from your mouth. the feeling of you choking and gagging on his cock is enough to send him over the edge, using you for his own pleasure as he cums down your throat, only pulling out of you warm and welcoming mouth when he’s shooting blanks, allowing you to finally breathe as he sits down on the bed.

you want to be mad at him, want to scold him for not warning you about what he was going to do, but you just can’t be mad at him, not when he’s as beautiful as he is; cheeks flushed and lips parted, eyes closed as he tries to calm down. even if he didn’t look the way he does, you still wouldn’t be able to be mad at him, not with the way iwaizumi is fucking you so good you can’t form a single coherent thought.

with your mouth now free from oikawa, you find yourself rambling nonsense, babbling on about how good iwaizumi is making you feel, crying for more as he makes you feel better than you’ve ever felt before. he pushes against your waist to force you down, face shoved into the sheets as he finds a different angle, one that’s even better, even deeper than the one before.

the feeling pulls a sob out of you, your hand flying down to your stomach, fully believing you’ll be able to feel his cock through your skin with the position he’s got you in. your other hand searches for something to grab onto, something to squeeze when your legs start shaking again, you find oikawa’s hand and dig your nails into it.

however, the position doesn’t last long as iwaizumi is quickly pulling you up and holding you by the neck against his chest. he turns your head to face him so he can take your lips in his, and you mentally agree with him that it’s been far too long since he felt your lips on his.

“fuck, baby. you’re close, right? you’re gonna—oh my god—cum for me, yeah?” iwaizumi asks, voice whiny and strained like he’s ready to cum at any given moment. you cry out at his words, telling him exactly what he wants to hear all while still begging for him to fuck you harder, begging for him to make you cum, begging for him to cum for you.

his hips ruthlessly snap against yours, only faltering every once in a while. every one of his thrusts push the tip of his cock against your cervix, but his thrusts are quick enough that he’s pulling out before you can register the pain as anything other than pleasure.

you pull away from iwaizumi’s lips to gasp when you feel another pair of lips on your body and fingers rubbing circles on your clit. you whine, “tōru, i can’t! too- too much!” and if you weren’t almost limp in their hold, you would’ve pushed oikawa’s hand off you; his movements causing your high to come faster and more intense than you would’ve liked. you’re struggling to take what iwaizumi is giving you and now you’re being given even more— you can’t handle it.

your pussy clenches around iwaizumi’s cock, drawing him closer to his own release, your high pitched whines only aiding his fast approaching orgasm. you feel his grip on your waist and neck tighten as his hips begin to struggle to push into you in the same rhythm as before.

“please. haji, cum, please,” and he does, thrusting as deep as he can possibly go and you can feel him in your throat when he cums, and you swear you’ll lose your mind with the way he’s invading all of your senses like this.

your vision goes white, everything around you blurring as the feeling of him cumming inside you sets off your own orgasm. you can barely hear the praises oikawa is throwing your way as you pulse around the cock inside of you. “such a good girl taking us like that. c’mon, princess, come back to me,” oikawa whispers and your head falls onto his shoulder, body still tense from cumming, aftershocks running through your body.

iwaizumi slowly, gently pulls out of you and you frown at the emptiness, but you allow it to happen anyway. you try to calm yourself as oikawa places you on the bed next to him, wrapping you in his arms, letting you relax against him.

you hear iwaizumi groan quietly, still kneeling on the bed by your cunt, trying to steady his breathing as he watches the mixture of his and your own cum seep out of you, so stick and damn near opaque and he has to hold himself back from bringing his fingers down to shove it back inside you. instead he moves to lay on the other side of you, rubbing his hand over your waist to help bring you down from your high.

after a little while of laying in between them, just listening to their heavy breathing as you teeter on the edge of falling asleep, you speak up, “can you guys, um, help me clean up?”

oikawa snickers and iwaizumi raises his eyebrows at your question, “who said we were done?”

“i still haven’t gotten my turn, pretty girl,” oikawa pauses and presses a kiss to your forehead, “i don’t want to break you though, so catch your breath… and then we’re going again, okay?”

you don’t respond, instead you exhale heavily and stare at the ceiling, mentally preparing yourself for what’s to come as you feel their hands on your body again, suddenly extremely thankful you came to argentina.

In truth it had started as a joke. You could even go as far as to say it was an odd game of chicken, an attempt at pushing each other’s boundaries and seeing where the lines were after all your years of friendship.

“Isn’t this a little weird?”

“It’s as weird as you make it,” he sniffs as if he were saying something enigmatic. It’s a front, you could tell in the way his eyes determinedly never strayed from the screen of his iPad, pupils blown and nervously flickering over each video title.

“You better not make me watch any twin stuff,” you mutter as you settle back into the sofa cushions that had been piled up on the floor in an odd little nest. Atsumu always hated sitting like a normal person, and he felt that sofas were not wide or long enough for his legs, so you’d gotten used to sitting on the floor beside him.

He’s fighting a grin at your words, clearly amused and considering it, thus you regret saying anything at all.

“Don’t worry yer pretty little head,” he smirks, unfolding the case to his iPad out into a stand and setting it up on the coffee table, “m’not into twin stuff. The only thing I’ll ever share with ‘Samu is the womb”.

The lewd, wet sounds of two people kissing abruptly reverberates through the room and interrupts him, the video cut and edited in an inexperienced manner. Atsumu atleast has the decency to look abashed, his cheeks flushing as he quickly turns the volume down to a level that is less piercing.

“Fucking my hot roommate's creamy pussy until she can’t take it,” you snort as you recite the title out loud, “nice”.

“Glad ya think so,” he replies with an air of nonchalance that is so poorly maintained you could laugh, if it weren’t for the hot lead settling in your own stomach.

The pair on the screen continue to grope each other, their heavy panting tinny as it leaves the speakers. With a soft groan the man pulls down his ‘roommates’ vest, exposing her breasts to the camera, and her nipples quickly perk up against the cool air.

It feels amateur, even though it is so clearly filmed on a professional set.

He cups her tits and you watch as she arches up into the touch, the lower half of their faces briefly coming into frame to show as she sucks his tongue into her mouth.

The atmosphere shifts, and you can feel Atsumu’s stare heavily from where he sits beside you. “You’re s’posed to be watching the porn, not me,” you murmur.

“Try’na figure out what yer thinkin’” he says as he shifts in your peripheral, subtly readjusting his sweatpants.

You’re relieved for the opportunity to look at the scene critically, ignoring the urge to press your thighs together and quell the ache.

“I guess I’m surprised it’s so… tame,” as if prompted, the woman moans into her partner's mouth and the man responds in a language you can’t understand, rough and low, maybe Russian.

“I do think she’s faking it a bit. Exaggerating might be a better word,” you shrug. Atsumu clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

“Maybe she’s just sensitive, d’ya ever think of that?”

Her spine curves beautifully, like the limb of a bow. Sensitive. The thought of being with someone so responsive and affected by you is nothing short of a dream. He’d sounded offended, almost. Defensive.

“Are you?” You find yourself asking, but his eyes are back on the iPad observing as more clothes are pulled off, and he hums questioningly as if the words didn’t register.

“Are you sensitive?” You ask again, and he turns his head to look at you, lips parted in disbelief and throat bobbing as he swallows.

“Odd question, don’cha think?”

“We are literally watching porn together,” you huff, admittedly a little embarrassed by your own curiosity, watching as he curls and uncurls his fist where it sits atop his thigh. He's an open book — always had been. And the sweatpants he’s wearing don’t hide much either.

The video cuts again, changing to a different angle and showing the perspective of the man as he sinks into his partner's pussy. Your eyes do not stray as she takes him, his cock on the thicker side, her thighs falling open instinctively to make room for him. It’s louder, the camera much closer, close enough to pick up the wet gasp between bodies as he rocks his hips.

Your heart throbs notably, in your chest, in your throat and in your pussy. You find that you’re mirroring Atsumu’s actions, clenching your fist to distract from the need to touch yourself, and then you wonder if he was doing it for that same reason.

“You can… if you need to…” you mumble, entirely aware of what it was you were suggesting and the weight of the consequences that might follow.

Judging by his expression, he was thinking something similar.

“Yer sayin’ I can touch myself?” He asks, the question coloured with incredulity and amusement as he sucks in his left cheek and bites down softly to fight the smirk making it's way onto his face.

“I’m saying if you need to then I don’t care!”

“So can you,” his throat bobs as he swallows, the pink of his tongue swiping across his lower lip, “if ya need to”.

But neither of you move to do so and the anticipation leaves your body rigid, thighs clenching to savour the small flutters of friction in your shorts. With nothing to say or do but wait and watch, the room fills with a cacophony of pitched moans and foreign curses.

The tension builds more and more until it’s almost tangible, like you could reach out and strum it between your fingers, and you’re ashamed by the relief that comes with Atsumu’s next tentative question.

“S’it really ok?”

“Yes,” you rasp, and you see in your periphery as his hand moves cautiously across his lap until he’s pushing the heel against his cock. His upper body slumps with his breathless exhale while his hips push up into the touch.

“You too,” he says, low and bordering a whine.

Whatever hesitation you had is gone at the first stroke of your fingers over your clothed pussy. The touch is muted, unintentionally teasing, and the thin material of your sleep shorts slowly begins to dampen.

“Fuck,” a voice groans, the word rough and drawn out into a hiss. It takes you a few moments to realise that it came from Atsumu and not the man on the screen, who is currently flipping his partner onto her knees.

The woman’s hips run from the returning stretch of his cock, crying out in sensitivity from her previous orgasm and sinking into the mattress. You press your fingers against your clit, the seam of your pants relieving some of the ache, pulsing in response to another of Atsumu’s breathy gasps.

He starts to shift his weight, the sofa cushions moving beneath him, and he hooks his thumbs into the waist of his sweatpants to begin shuffling them off. Your stare catches onto the gradual reveal of the trail of hair leading to his cock and you quickly look away.

Your shorts are wetter now, sliding easily against your skin and defining every fold. It feels good but it’s not enough to calm your need to be full, pussy clenching pitifully around nothing.

You're beginning to think Atsumu might’ve had the right idea. Pushing aside your own cowardice you follow his lead, lifting your hips from the floor to slide your shorts over the curve of your ass, glancing toward him as you do so.

With the waistband of his sweats strained around the thick of his thighs, leant back against the frame of the sofa with his head tilted onto his shoulder and eyes hung half lidded, he watches you in unabashed hunger. He seems enchanted in a way, your gaze drawn to the lazy stroke of his fist around his cock, lacking in rhythm and languid as he pauses to squeeze himself.

“You’re supposed to be watching the porn,” you tell him again, too aroused to care about the hoarseness of your own voice nor the hypocrisy of your statement.

“This is better,” he murmurs, and his pupils dilate at the perverse sound of you sliding two fingers into yourself. Warmth begins to blanket you under his heated stare, wondering if he was imagining himself sinking into you.

You track the movement of his chest as it rises and falls in mild exertion, his mouth agape and cheeks flushed, entirely debauched just at the sight of you touching yourself.

Whatever line had been between the two of you, it was already crossed and miles away.

“Wanna see?” You quietly ask.

“Yes,” he rasps as he reaches for you, turning his body to face you. You shift positions until you’re splayed on your back with your hips in his lap, legs loosely resting either side of his waist, completely on display for him.

“So fuckin’ wet”.

One of his hands remains curled into the fat of your thigh, honest in his reactions as his fingers twitch at the sight of you pulling back the hood of your clit. He strokes his cock again, thumbing the head, eyes flitting from your pussy to your face like he couldn’t bear to miss a thing.

As if waiting to give you a chance to stop him, he cautiously rocks his hips forward to rub the tip through your folds. You keen, a pleased hum reverberating in your chest like a purr when he rolls over your clit and soaks himself with your sex. It feels good, your body slowly being coaxed into warm bliss, pulse jumping in time with your breathing.

And he looks good, too. His brows drawn up and together in concentration, lips parted and jaw slacked with inundated pleasure. “Such a pretty pussy,” he slurs as he peeks at you from beneath heavy lidded eyes, “fuck. Can’t believe we’re doin’ this”.

You exhale a laugh and hush him, undulating your hips up to meet his growing rhythm. While the woman in the video cums once more you feel the head of his swollen cock catch against your entrance and he groans, chin tucking to his chest as he curls his body over you, dragging you further into his lap.

“‘Tsumu,” you mumble as he nuzzles his cheek into your chest and bunches up the material of your shirt, pressing his face against your breasts. Slowly he makes his way up your torso, ghosting his lips along the curve of your neck and bracing himself upon his forearms either side of you.

“I know we’re doin’ this a little backwards but—” he leans his forehead to yours, soft breaths felt against your skin as you wind your arms around his neck “—can I kiss ya?”

Tension rests heavily in your stomach. You look back at him, taking in the desire written so plainly all over his face, and you nod.

His hand cups around your jaw as he trusts his body weight to his other arm, tilting his head and lowering further until your mouths finally meet.

The first kiss is chaste, tender, and then comes the second, and the third. Atsumu kisses you with ever growing hunger, like he’ll never get the chance to again, tongue pushing between your parting lips to taste you.

He swallows every gasp, every moan. His hips continue to rock into yours, the wet sound of his cock passing through your slit barely heard over his speakers, and the fabric of his sweats rub against the back of your thighs with every movement. He’s vocal, insatiable, accent thickening with need as he groans into your mouth.

“Want you,” you pant between breaths, fingers threading into his hair for leverage as you rut up against him desperately.

“Yeah?” He says, hand leaving your jaw to slide along your thigh, the indents from his nails still carved into your skin, “y’got any idea how long I’ve wanted you?”

“You have me,” you murmur in response, “you can have me”.

Finally he reaches between your bodies, lightly teasing his fingers through your folds and gathering your slick to smoothly massage your clit.

You sigh as he toys with you, hips twitching while you squirm beneath him. He returns to your lips, slow and languid as he kisses you, feeling his mouth pull into a grin as you whimper.

“That good?” He asks hazily, “y’gonna cum?”

Your grip tightens in his hair, nodding frantically as you feel the familiar tightening of your abdomen. And then, with a simple shift of his knees, you feel the head of his cock kiss your entrance. Unforgiving as he rubs tight circles into your clit, he sinks into you slowly, and everything spills over.

Gasping, you cum on his cock, pussy contracting with each wave that washes over you. He moans breathlessly against the swell of your cheek, as if he were feeling it alongside you, hips held still against your own and riding you through it with just his fingers.

“So gorgeous,” he says softly, “got no idea what y'do to me, do ya?”

“I think I can guess,” you say, teasing and returning to yourself. His cock twitches inside of you, still straining with the effort of trying not to move, and you ease up your grip in his hair to gently scratch your nails against his scalp. He shudders.

“Fuck me, ‘Tsumu”.

You both moan softly as he lifts his hips, slowly dragging his cock out of you, your pussy clenching around the emptiness it leaves behind. With only the tip left he pauses and pulls back just enough to watch as he fills you up again.

“God,” he hisses.

Despite your impatience you find yourself grateful for his pace, still sensitive and reeling from your first orgasm. It gives you time to watch the subtle shifts in his expression, the fluttering of his lashes, how his mouth shapes around a silent ‘O’, how his ears flush red.

“Feels so fuckin’ good,” he pants feverishly as he fucks his cock into you over and over, “wanna see ya cum again”.

And when he adjusts his hips just right, your feet lock tight around the small of his back.

“There,” you plead breathily, “jus’ like that”.

The room is hot, suffocating, the weight of his body blanketing you and the smell of sex overwhelming in the best way. Tension accumulates once again throughout your body, a string pulled taut and fragile, teetering over the edge and feeling that breathtaking swoop through your stomach.

His cock pushes the air from your lungs, and then he kisses you again, tempting your tongue into his mouth and gently sucking on it. You whimper, muffled, sinking further into the sofa cushions piled beneath your bodies.

“Baby,” he says desperately, “m’gonna cum. Want ya to cum with me—”

He leans his body away from you enough to slip a hand between you, warm fingers quickly finding your swollen clit and flickering back and forth over it.

“Fuck, ‘Tsumu,” you begin to pulse around him, “cumming, I’m cumming—”

Your body stills for a moment as the air catches in your throat and your orgasm washes over you. You moan breathlessly once you break the surface, the steady rock of his hips coaxing you through it until all the rigidity is pulled from your body.

Through the haze you graze your lips against the shell of his ear, smiling and satiated, and you tell him to cum.

With disjointed curses and a wounded sob, Atsumu’s hips jerk forward forcefully against the back of your thighs for a final time, your body rocking with the movement as he cums.

He grinds his hips into you lazily, prolonging the sensation and seemingly relishing the sensitivity. You cradle his head against your collar as his arms give way and his entire weight swaddles you, enjoying the afterglow.

The content atmosphere is shortly cut through by an exaggerated moan from the iPad speakers.

“Fuck,” he rasps into the dip of your throat before pushing himself back up on to his forearms, glancing over his shoulder at the video that is still playing.

“How the fuck are they still goin’?”

You laugh fondly at his disdain, slipping your hand up the curve of his arm to squeeze his bicep in amused reassurance.

“They take breaks between takes you know, drink water and stuff,” you murmur, “it’s not real”.

He hums in thought, pupils still tracking the movement of the male actor's hips, then leans back onto the heels of his feet to stand. You wince as he slips out of you, his release now dripping onto the cushions.

“Where are you going?” You panic, and he crouches again only to press his lips to yours tenderly, once and then twice.

“M’goin’ to get water and stuff,” he grins, “y’gotta show me yours now”.

꒰ OIKAWA ꒱

“t-tooru slow down” your whimpers left dull on his ear, oikawa raises his level of vision back to your disheveled face. “c-can’t help it angel—pussy so fuckin’ good” oikawa throws his head back, earthy orbs clouded into a pitch black haze, and oikawa is struggling—hips so sloppily drilling into your cunt. he’s thinking of the aftermath, your hole spilling out his cum and the wettness—how fucking wet and warm your hole will be when he pumps another and another load inside you. “fuck!” your ears vibrate against the shrill moan he echoes through the room, oikawa drags his body back down mindlessly pounding into you. a high—the ecstasy laced bliss induced from his raw—untouched cock dragging against your velvet walls. and the tightness—have you always been this tight? he can’t stop thinking of those fucking thoughts. how much cum could you really take though? would oikawa have to push it back in or just pump another load? the questions pile up while oikawa feels your pussy clench around him and that’s where everything goes numb. a shiver that starts at the back of his neck, crawling it’s way to his cock and he finally—fills your cunt to the brim, gasping when he’s quick to pull out. opals mesmerized by his seed oozing out of your messy hole and oikawa is already pushing his cum right back in with his cock because what’s a better way to make it stick then with another pretty white load?

꒰ KENMA ꒱

kenma inhales a long drawn out breath, steadily hoisting you over his cock, he flickers his eyes to you before casting his gaze back down—he wants to watch his bare cock disappear inside your pussy, something that’s been taunting his mind for awhile. “s-shit” kenma groans, brows furrowed while you sink down completely, pink dusts his cheeks and kenma’s body falls limb under you. he’s’ mortified how much his cock is twitching, swelling at the head while he just basks in this newfound feeling. once a singe of nerves coats kenma’s arm, he immediately throws it over his face gasping when you start to bounce on his cock. kenma can’t look at you right now, it’d be too much. one thing is going raw with nothing but your slick guiding his cock inside your spongey walls but it’s another just to see you. your fingers gripping against your mounds, hips faultlessly moving to a sedate pace while your slick paints his thighs. kenma eyes knock white under his arm, slinging the limb aside to cast it on your hip, “god your pussy is so fucking good” kenma stutters, dragging your cunt on his length. he almost looks disoriented—the way his face has grown a sheen sheet of sweat, cheeks bright pink and his lips—so pretty and glossy, puffy and small gusts of air excluding from it. “don’t stop please, don’t even wanna cum” kenma screws his eyes shut, he’ll relish this feeling in his mind—carelessly bouncing you on his cock. and even if he’s came, he won’t stop—even if his cock is spent, tip so sensitive and aching for amity, kenma cannot simply stop—not when it feels this fucking good.

꒰ SAKUSA ꒱

sakusa is calm—collecting his composure as he reels his hips back before crashing into your cunt. he holds his breath, starting to pump slowly. he exhales this time, cupping a hand on your cheek with a soft circle on your delicate skin. “so pretty” he grunts, shifting his weight so he’s able to rut deeper and slither his other hand down to your puffy clit. he’s not going to lie to himself that going without a condom feels fucking good right now but he’s not falling over—not yet. the clench of your cunt and sakusa hisses through his teeth, jaw slack as he continues his strokes. “s-stop doing that” sakusa warns, gripping the pad harder on your cheek, “you don’t know how bad i want to fuck you hard and cum so deep in this pussy right now” he warns, faint feelings of your cunt milking him dry. sakusa rubs quicker, causing your orgasm to rise to the surface and you’re gripping him harder, nails scraping across his chest, legs trembling under him. “you’re wet, so fucking wet” sakusa gasps, rolling his hips and entranced by the lewd sounds sloshing from your cunt, the juices dripping around the base of his cock, slathering his balls. sakusa’s fingers slide across your bud and it’s a chemical reaction—toes curling, back arching and you’re creaming around his cock and that’s—that’s when sakusa loses all self control he ever had. “oh f-fuck” sakusa slams his head against your shoulder, eyes sealing close while he can just imagine the mess his cock is welcomely ramming in with a brutal force. sakusa was calm but now, he’s fucking you with no direction, obliviously finding solace in cumming in your hole.

꒰ SUNA ꒱

suna feels like he can’t breathe, lungs persuading blue as he buries his cock in your hole, head tipping over and crashing into your neck suna only lets out a whimper. “p-princess” he mumbles in your skin, shakily gripping your thighs and spreading them apart, “i think im gonna cum” and suna feels pathetic leaking his sticky seed in your velvet walls. whines coating your neck, the mess accumulating on your thighs, you can call out his name but suna won’t answer—almost like he’s mute, mouth filled with gasps and gurgles and his cock—swelling and dragging along your walls. he knows it’s not enough—just once, suna needs more reeling his hips back to push the cum deeper and deeper. “s-so good for me—fuck—pussy made for me” suna is barely moving, hips shifting on their own as he continues pulling airy moans to the surface. struggling to hold on to your body while he dives headfirst into another high, senses overcoming by pure desire—he’s chasing another tranquil abyss. knees digging into the sheets below you, arms wrapped around your body and his face pressed firmly against the crevice of your neck. he can’t go back now, if a condom was withholding all of this mind fucking feelings then he’d rather become abstinence, diving harder into another orgasm washing through his body and suna is nothing but a withering mess.

꒰ ATSUMU ꒱

“you gonna lose it as soon as i put my cock in your pussy” atsumu sneers, gripping the plush of your thighs and scooting you closer to his stiff, bare cock. your hands find homage on his shoulders, atsumu grabs a handful of your ass lifting you on his length. he doesn’t realize the heat cascading from your cunt, your folds brushing across his cockhead, “oh.” his fingers bleed into your thighs, eager hips bouncing subconsciously on his cock—sliding down till your flush against his lap. “jesus fucking christ angel” atsumu bottoms out releasing a sultry moan, “you been hiding this perfect pussy from me this whole time? fuck.” atsumu wishes he could just keep you still, allow his cock to immerse in your sweet juices, tight velvet walls milking him dry, caresses your skin with his tongue—keep his fingers dancing on the skin but atsumu just can’t do that. he has to feel more—his hips bucking up, cock curving against your spongy spot and you’re unraveling, whimpering when atsumu takes the plunge and rams his cock harder upwards inside you. “want me to fill this pussy up, huh? feel my cum in your tummy for fucking days?” atsumu eyes grow dark, dropping the facade of pussy drunk and fully feral, leaning down to sink his teeth into your neck and slamming a hand down to move your hips harder on him, “never gonna fuck you with anything else but my raw cock princess, fuckin’ perfect for me”

꒰ KITA ꒱

kita feels like a house in a hurricane, surges of pleasure coursing through his body like vicious gusts of wind. he shakily keeps his hands on your hips, afraid he’d succumb to the brutal force of just a minor breeze. “i’m gonna move now angel” kita lips part at the words, gaining control as his hips start to move to a steady rhythm—your moans and mewls guide him to pump his cock harder but he’s getting carried away. he tightens his grip on your flesh, groaning as you bounce on his lap. kita is starting to tremble, tongue poking out to run across his bottom lip, chest caving in when your pussy gushes around his cock—“f-feels good, so fuckin’ good” kita chokes out, body vibrating to every clench of your cunt. he feels his heartbeat in his ears, blood rushing through to every fiber of his body but especially in his cock, buried so deep in your cunt but he wants deeper and deeper. kita is drifting away, falling apart to the tattered winds, your slick coating his balls, coloring his pale thighs and finally your cunt creaming his cock, “fuck i’m about to cum— c-can’t hold on anymore” kita moans out, already painting your gummy walls with white ribbons and he’s left nothing but shambles yet that one time fucking you raw—just quite isn’t enough.

“oh, fuck baby—“ atsumu groans, broad back expanding with each heavy exhale between your legs while his forearms keep your thighs pinned to the bed. he moans, ragged and shakey when your fingers tighten around the roots of his hair and his eyes roll back into his head when his hips unwillingly twitch, shamelessly dragging along the bed as his tongue sloppily curls against your clit, the vibration of his deep groans making you pull even harder on the bleached strands. “goddamn, yer fuckin’ killin’ me, angel—shiiit—“ he hisses, his teeth gritting while his hot breath rolls over your folds, shooting jolts of electricity straight to your core—feeling the bed dip as his hips continue to move against it. his head’s so clouded with the way you’re pulling on his hair that he can’t hold back from chasing the euphoria, his head shakes between your thighs messily as he alternates between circling your clit and slurping up your slick, his brown gaze blown and heavy as he looks up at you. “h-holy shit, baby, nghhh—.” atsumu groans, his tone a savage rumble and the lewd image of your 6’2 boyfriend humping the bed so shamelessly between your legs has you throbbing and dripping into his waiting mouth. atsumu’s nose tickles your clit as he buries himself deeper and you squirm when your orgasm washes over you, yanking harshly at his roots and he exhales a harsh breath before he groans sharply, spilling against the sheets as his hips twitch and jerk, the aftershocks of his orgasm racking his body before he collapses between your legs with a desperate rasp of a laugh “fuck—“

૮Ꮚ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

kiss his neck. he was a little embarrassed when you realised just how sensitive his neck was when it ripped a shakey groan from his lips. his hips sliding along yours languidly and his cheeks flush immediately before he’s stumbling over an excuse even though he wants nothing more than for you to keep going.

he’s so fucked, iwaizumi thinks when he feels you messily drag you’re tongue up the side of his neck—his hips jolting, forcing his cock deeper into your slick cunt while you straddle his lap. he exhales heavily, his cheeks flushed as his large palms drag over your skin, groping at your hips and your ass as he rocks you against him, his hips twitching in time with each languid swipe of your tongue. “f-fucking shit—“ iwaizumi spits shakily, his brows furrowed and eyes heavy as he lets his head fall back, revealing more of the smooth skin for you to suck between your teeth and his breathing grows growly and needy, fingers sure to leave bruises on the smooth skin of your waist while he swirls his hips against yours. iwaizumi sucks in a breath when you bite down on the column of his neck that has him jolting, hissing through his teeth as the sting tingles into a lulling pleasure that shoots straight to his cock when your tongue lolls over the sensitive area after. your cunt clenches tight at his physical reaction, pulling away from the marked skin with a pop before you pull back to look at him, his gaze heavy with lust when it meets yours. his strong grasp keeping you in place as he bounces you on his cock, your insides curl and ache with each smack of your hips against his before he’s guiding you back into the crook of his neck, his pace stuttering when he feels your breath fan against the skin “shit, doll—“

૮Ꮚ SAKUSA KIYOOMI

small, fleeting touches and messy kisses. kiyoomi was so sensitive, melting at the feeling of your fingers tracing along his abdomen and biceps—tracing every well defined muscle as his eyes grow heavy, watching your every move while his cock throbs and twitches between his thighs, panting softly when your fingers swipe across the sensitive tip.

kiyoomi’s flushed, already fucked out and you haven’t even started yet but you’re so entrancing and he gulps when your fingers trace down his chest—your other hand tightening around the base of his cock as you pump him slowly, feeling him throb and twitch while your finger traces along his defined torso. “g-god.” kiyoomi gulps, groaning and gasping at the combination of your slow strokes and his overwhelming need to feel your pussy around him as he drags you closer. his body stiffens when he feels your lips drag along his collarbones, your nails leaving featherlight touches up his biceps while you guide him to line himself up with your cunt, allowing yourself to sink down on him with a hiccup of his name. kiyoomi allows you a few minutes to get used to his size, closing his eyes to compose himself—already so addicted to the feeling of your skin against his, twitching as your pussy tightens once again before you’re pulling him in for a sloppy kiss, feeling his wet cock immediately drag along your walls when you suck his tongue into your mouth, his shaky hands pulling you closer as he tries to push himself deeper—his mind spinning as he kisses you eagerly, panting and growling under his breath before he begins to roll his hips up into yours, growling lowly “i, fuck—i want you.”

૮Ꮚ BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

bite and mark up his thighs. it makes him even needier for you, his thighs are so sensitive—the sensation of your tongue smoothing over the newly blooming marks that litter his skin make his cock twitch between his thighs as he watches you, so desperate to feel more of you.

you whimper as you gaze up at bokuto from your place between his thighs, his lower lip is sucked between his teeth and his eyes are heavy, a pink blush decorating his cheeks. a low, crooning growl escapes his lips every time you nibble at his thighs, sucking and rolling the sensitive skin between your teeth before pulling away with a pop—smoothing your tongue over the newly blooming marks after. “shit, babe—ughhhh—k-keep doing that, fuck—that feels good.“ bokuto groans, resting his arm behind his head and the flexing of his bicep in the new position has your hips swaying behind you, smoothing your hands up the thick muscle before inching your way closer to where his other hand is wrapped around the base of his fat cock. you look up at him through your lashes before leaving little, sucking kisses to the sensitive skin on each side and you watch your silver-haired boyfriends mouth drop open with heavy breathes before he shoots you a fond grin. you move closer, nuzzling your nose against his heavy balls before your lips close around the skin just short of them and bokuto whimpers as his hips jolt at the sudden contact, swallowing and licking his lips before spreading his thighs wider—allowing his hand to smooth up the length of his cock to swipe over the sensitive head with a low growl. “y-you gotta let me fuck you, babe—i gotta fucking feel you, shit.”

૮Ꮚ SUNA RINTARŌ

leave marks on his back and shoulders. he’s addicted to it, obsessed with the feeling of your nails digging into his skin as he fucks into you—the slight tinge of pain mixing with the pleasure already surging through his system. his dick twitching every time he catches a glimpse of them in the mirror after.

suna’s folded around you, his core braced while his knees lay either side of your hips, your thighs wrapping tightly around his waist as he fucks into you, each thrust heavy and practiced—his hips slamming against your own as his nips at your ear, groaning lowly when you whimper and grasp at him. you rock your hips up to greedily meet his cock, his stomach flexing against yours when he presses deeper into you—feeling the push and pull of his muscles under your fingertips before he glides against your sweet spot, and the sudden pleasure coursing through you has your back arching against the bed, your nails dragging up the pretty, smooth skin of his back. suna hisses above you, his jaw clenching at the slight sting and his hips stutter momentarily before he finds his pace again—grinding and swirling his hips against yours with a shaky exhale “f-fuuuck, baby—just like that, you love this fat cock, d-don’t you?” suna grunts, gritting his teeth as your fingernails leave red marks along the bend of his waist, and he feels lightheaded when it mixes with the feeling of your cunt tightening around him. you’re so close, his pace pulling dreamy sounds from you and your fast approaching orgasm has you pulling him even closer, feeling his teeth drag along your jaw as he presses his weight down against you “y-youre gonna cum for me, got it?”